Disclaimer: I’m extremely late posting this. So the first paragraph isn’t accurate. I am not currently where it says I am. I actually wrote this about three months ago. But nonetheless, the sentiment is the same.
So… I’m sitting in my cousin’s apartment. It’s 7:35 am and I’m patiently awaiting my trip to Murfreesboro. My cousin whose apartment I’m not sitting in is graduating today. It’s been a long journey for him. I’m slightly emotional for a lot of different reasons.
Let’s start by explaining how close we were. We were in the same homeroom for years because in our school district classes were arranged in alphabetical order. We did everything together. He was the first person to introduce me to the baked potato. I had no idea they were so delicious. He also taught me how to build a salad. We weren’t allowed either of those until we reached the fifth grade. This was “adult food” I guess. He was also the reason that I got into plenty of trouble. He did most of the dirt and I just took half the blame. I was a good kid, so you can imagine how this affected my reputation.
Eventually, we grew up and we grew apart. He moved to another city and I stayed in the same place. We later, both went off to college in different cities as well. We kept in touch through Facebook but I hadn’t seen him in years.
He was in a car accident our sophomore year in college. He fell into a coma. He had swelling in his brain and the doctors thought he would be in that coma for months. I like to say that he was sleeping. I use to say that he was having a conversation with God while he restored his strength and healed his body. This was the most difficult time for me. I don’t think I’ve prayed so much in my life. He had to get better. I hadn’t seen him in years and I was going to see him again, alive and well. My mom wouldn’t let me drive to see him in the hospital, which made me angry. She said there was nothing that I could do but I felt so far away at school. None of my schoolwork mattered because I had him on the brain. I found myself going into bathrooms to pray for him. My friend (his best friend) kept me informed on his progress. In the meantime, I posted statuses on his Facebook page telling him how much I loved him and that he better wake up soon, to stop being stubborn and to come back to us.
He woke up and tried to escape. You would’ve thought he was in jail, the way he was acting. My cousin!! I love him so much. My faith grew so much during this time. It made me realize that if you’re going to trust God then you need to wholeheartedly trust him, not just a little bit. We had no choice but to put complete trust in him, there was nothing that we could do but wait. There were prayers going up from all over. I was constantly in prayer during this time. I think everyone was. Our mutual friend, his best friend gave me updates on his progress. I remember when she called to tell me that he woke up. I had a roommate at the time. I left the room and went into the bathroom. I had a praise break. I was so excited. I couldn’t keep the tears from flowing. I was so thankful for his life and for God’s faithfulness in his life.
This one event brought us closer again. It also brought me closer to God. I’ll always refer to that time as a renewal for me. I rededicated my life to Christ that year. I also got baptized for the first time. Things were looking up. I served a God who was faithful. I had witnessed James 5:16 first hand “Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.” I was and forever will be grateful for his life. Also, I will forever be grateful for a new life in him. I may not be in a perfect place, but I’m definitely far from where I use to be.
I love you J!!